could be easier than to convert a bathroom into a bedroom, by the assistance of a little drapery to conceal the shower-bath,” the string of which was to be carefully concealed, for fear that the unconscious occupier of the bath-bed might innocently take it for a bell-rope.  The professional cook of the town had been already engaged to take up her abode for a month at Mr. Bradshaw’s, much to the indignation of Betsy, who became a vehement partisan of Mr. Cranworth, as soon as ever she heard of the plan of her deposition from sovereign authority in the kitchen, in which she had reigned supreme for fourteen years.  Mrs. Bradshaw sighed and bemoaned herself in all her leisure moments, which were not many, and wondered why their house was to be turned into an inn for this Mr. Donne, when everybody knew that the “George” was good enough for the Cranworths, who never thought of asking the electors to the Hall;—­and they had lived at Cranworth ever since Julius Caesar’s time, and if that was not being an old family, she did not know what was.  The excitement soothed Jemima.  There was something to do.  It was she who planned with the upholsterer; it was she who soothed Betsy into angry silence; it was she who persuaded her mother to lie down and rest, while she herself went out to buy the heterogeneous things required to make the family and house presentable to Mr. Donne and his precursor—­the friend of the parliamentary agent.  This latter gentleman never appeared himself on the scene of action, but pulled all the strings notwithstanding.  The friend was a Mr. Hickson, a lawyer—­a briefless barrister, some people called him; but he himself professed a great disgust to the law, as a “great sham,” which involved an immensity of underhand action, and truckling, and time-serving, and was perfectly encumbered by useless forms and ceremonies, and dead obsolete words.  So, instead of putting his shoulder to the wheel to reform the law, he talked eloquently against it, in such a high-priest style, that it was occasionally a matter of surprise how ho could ever have made a friend of the parliamentary agent before mentioned.  But, as Mr. Hickson himself said, it was the very corruptness of the law which he was fighting against, in doing all he could to effect the return of certain members to Parliament; these certain members being pledged to effect a reform in the law, according to Mr. Hickson.  And, as he once observed confidentially, “If you had to destroy a hydra-headed monster, would you measure swords with the demon as if he were a gentleman?  Would you not rather seize the first weapon that came to hand?  And so do I. My great object in life, sir, is to reform the law of England, sir.  Once get a majority of Liberal members into the House, and the thing is done.  And I consider myself justified, for so high—­for, I may say, so holy—­an end, in using men’s weaknesses to work out my purpose.  Of course, if men were angels, or even immaculate—­men invulnerable to bribes, we would not bribe.”